Checking my mail showed me that I had some random guy following me on Twitter. Nosiness drove me over there. I'm always kind of shocked when someone adds me as a contact or follows me on a site like Twitter. It isn't as though I use the site. I mean... I go there once every blue moon when someone follows me. I did, however, spend an entertaining half hour browsing through motivational quotes and a hashtag: #beforetwitter (people put this hashtag into their tweets, much like we use tags here on Multiply). So.... for your education and edification...
#BeforeTwitter I read the drivel of friends on Facebook, now I get to read it from strangers.The sheer brilliance of the collective mind out there is staggering! *koff*
- or in twit (aka idiot) talk:
#beforetwitter i wud neva tell any1 my thotz..now i tel a bunch of strangerz
#BeforeTwitter some spoke their minds; now they just tweet anothers'
#beforetwitter I knew what homework was.......
#Beforetwitter there were these crazy things called books. People read them for pleasure & to be educated so they didn't "tlk lik this."
#beforetwitter these random thoughts of nothingness had no outlet. Now everyone knows exactly how insane the world really is
#beforetwitter I didn't realize how much random nothingness I had to share w/ the world
#beforetwitter I actually had to spend time with you to Learn who u are as a person. These days. Not so much
#beforetwitter following a stranger would put you in jail
#beforetwitter following a stranger was called stalking
#BeforeTwitter I wrote sentences.
Supper was a boring affair of pasta with calabresa (Italian sausage), designed to send me up heartburn alley for the night. We watched an episode of Stargate (yes, we watch really old TV shows). After supper, I got sidetracked with music on Youtube. One thing led to another, as it's inclined to do, and I ended up on a witch-hunt for a song that just does not exist on the internet! I ended up writing to a guy who claims to have the 7" single - on vinyl. Yes, it's an old song.
I'm sitting here laughing so hard. Jurgis was helping me find the song I mentioned, when he got sidetracked too. No less than with David Kramer himself. There isn't a South African who doesn't know that name. David Kramer of the veldskoene, blikkitaar, bicycle and long, empty Karoo roads scattered with tiny Karoo towns. David Kramer has well and truly sung his way through South African culture. "Hier sit die manne in die Royal Hotel..."
A bit of random information from Wiki that started this off: The Kramer family name (originally Karabelnik) was adopted by his grandfather who arrived in South Africa from Lithuania in 1899, and made a living as a salesman (walking from farm to farm selling goods). The family's from Lithuania?? I see he also grew up with his grandfather then.
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David Kramer's brother paints the most amazing oils of yesteryear, also of those tiny one-horse towns. PEP stores is iconic too...
Do visit his site for a glimpse into sleepy South African small towns.
His paintings are amazing!
